H is away with her ex today. She wanted to spend at least one day of the long weekend with him.

But before she left we also had a talk. It’s spring again and the weather’s warmer, and it all reminds her of the day she decided to stop using condoms with him:

They left a school dance early, and in a secluded field in her hometown they spent an entire evening making love. They both knew the risks, but in her words, that only excited them even more. It felt natural and right. It was one of the most unforgettable nights of her life.

Over the next few days she’ll be returning to the relatively safe part of her cycle, and a deep part of me wants to give her that with him. I want her to feel that excitement and satisfaction again, and I’m certain she wants it too.

I don’t think there’s any image more powerful than the person you love giving herself to someone else, in the most undeniable and complete way.

- M